"My mother was in Azthea due to an Exodus?!". I exclaim, flabbergasted by the revelation.
"It seems so, Vruck". Admits Verulkya with analytic thought. "Did you notice any change in her behavior?".
"Not really. She was decisive against offenses though. «She» used to call «Coprophage». Haha".
"Why?".
"I eat horse manure. Not on purpose, but i did it. «She» recalled the event and the nickna every ti i made a prank to others, or whatever i misbehave".
"Oh!. That sounds like a good anecdote". The Hot Aunt wins a youthful appearance, less muscular and toned, still voluptuous, but shorter in height. "Would you share it with , «Big Uncle»?".
I’m surprised for a mont, her voice sounding not different from a cheeky, spoiled teenager.
Straightening my posture against the bed’s head, i remind her about her misdoings. "If you don’t behave, and avoid explaining the truth to keep in the dark. I will not tell you anything. Understood?".
Verulkya pouts like a spoiled lady. "Yes, Big Uncle".
"Them be a «Good Little Niece and sit on my lap, its ti for a tale".
The Hot Niece is excited, rushing to sit on my groin, wiggling her ass cheeks to stimulate .
{«Naughty Niece»}.
I smirk, pinching Verulkya’s nose, and she let out an innocent «Tee-Hee» that is almost convincing.
"My School was invited to a farm on the outskirts of the City. During the excursion, i was pursuing this annoying little girl with short pigtails. We had around seven, perhaps eight years. I believe it was my childhood friend, though i always thought she was a boy, that is why she change her hairstyle".
I laugh, not rembering the girl’s na, understanding she must had feelings for to make such decision.
"We were passing the pigpens, near the horse’s stables. She loved to play tricks on , especially hiding my Mother’s shiny, colorful stones. I never liked that, and when i was about to catch her. An older child, out of nowhere, pushed for no reason. I was yelling at the girl, tripping and falling on the horse’s shit with my mouth open. He started laughing, mocking «Does poop taste good?», he ask a couple of tis. The truth is, the hideous stench was fleeting. My Lube wasn’t that good, but eliminate the foul odor without my direct intervention...".
I sigh and laugh to myself. "But when i lift my stupefied face and turned to look at my mother... , I can swear she said, «Give him a lesson he won’t forget». So i did exactly that. Clenching my stained fists to form two clumps of poop, and stood up, turning around saying, «I don’t know how it tastes, why don’t you tell ?». And i proceeded to hit his Adam’s apple. He opened his mouth and i shoved the ball of shit in him, punching his nose with the second clump of manure, ending with an uppercut i copy from a movie i saw without permission. His friends didn’t interfere, and the boy’s mother imdiately complained to the professor’s inaction, coming after , shouting insults, grabbing my shirt, wanting to slap ...".
I recall the scene in my mind.
"My mother intervened, catching the woman’s arm, «Don’t touch My Pure Scion!», and with her elbow, she strike the woman’s face, braking her nose, «Educate your bastard». Then my Mother turned to and said, «Whoever does sothing to you, it has to compensate you. Or you charge them with interests». Now i tend to do that...".
Verulkya lowers her face, observing with repentance. "Vurel understand the story, Big Uncle. I’m not going to be bad". She wiggles on my lap, my dick getting harder beneath her round, firm buttocks. "Big Uncle. What are you hiding?. It’s poking ".
"I’m not occulting anything from you, My Little Niece. Obelisk is nervous about going out, when a fine Young Lady is moving so lively near him".
"I want to et Obelisk. Do you think he will be interested on play with Vurel?".
"If you separate your legs. You can learn the answer".
Verulkya almost breaks character, giggling cutely to conceal her excited smirk.
She complies, spreading her legs, letting my hardened manhood to pass between her shapely thighs, throbbing, and accidentally touching her secret pond.
"Obelisk is very hard". Comnts Verulkya, her thin, dainty hand tentatively brushing the tip of my girthy cock, wrapping her fingers on the crown, moving slightly up and down. "He is warm and large like you, Big Uncle...".
Now it’s my turn on almost going out of character, because if it weren’t for Verulkya’s ability to shift her shape, she would be half a ter taller than .
"Big Uncle?. Can Vurel give you a kiss?".
"Of course, My Little Niece".
She stops the clumsy movent of her hand, licking her lips innocently, the moisture glossing her plump skin, slowly touching my cheek, pecking . "Can i do it again, Big Uncle?".
"As long as you are well behaved. «Anyti you want, My Little Niece»".
Verulkya doesn’t lose her initial trepidation, or perhaps she is acting, tempting with her naive innocence. Because she pecks my cheek again, and again. Getting closer to my lips with every new peck.
"There is no need to be shy". I say tucking gently a lock of hair behind Verulkya’s ear, brushing her flesh fleetingly, learning this zone it’s very sensitive. "Co on, Little Niece, be bolder, Uncle it’s not going to get mad at you".
She leans on my shoulder, pecking my chin once before she decides to go for my mouth, her delicious lips having her scent and flavor of grapes and jasmines.
"Big Uncle. Obelisk is shaking".
"He is jealous. You only pay attention to . Why don’t you massage him?".
Verulkya giggles playfully, her sight diverting from my face to my stiff virility, slowly using both hands to hold the shaft, right below the bulbous head.
I exhale, my breath teasing Verulkya’s ear, sending a shiver through her spine, closing her legs, trapping the base of my cock with her thighs.
"Big Uncle. Don’t be an with Vurel. That tickles too much".
"It’s a reminder, Little Niece. So you don’t get distracted". She nods, delicately touching my manhood, while demurely pecking my lips...
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